The key word in the last sentence above is “almost.” There were a few times when Ray didn’t quite make it (didn’t pull the head of his dick away from my pussy crack quite fast enough), and ended up ejaculating a little bit of sperm directly onto my clit or into the very front part of my pussy crack.
That’s why I always made sure to have an open box of facial tissue on the night stand, right next to the bed. Facial tissue may not be considered a valid form of birth control, but hey, those facial tissue wipe-ups did a great job at keeping Ray’s “little accidents” away from my vaginal entrance–which was the only thing that really mattered to us.
Remember when I said that Ray’s and my lovemaking continued to get bolder and bolder? Well, as we got more and more comfortable with bringing our bare genitals into direct contact with one another, it didn’t take too long before Ray’s “little accidents” stopped being accidents altogether. And that was because, over time, Ray got really good at bringing himself to brink of orgasm, and then holding back his orgasm just in time to keep himself from having a full-blown ejaculation.
So during this next “phase” of our sexual relationship, one of our favorite things to do was for me to lie on my back, with my legs spread apart, and with Ray kneeling down between my legs. And I would hold my pussy crack wide-open with my hands, and use my fingertips to retract the long hood of my clitoris all the way back to expose the whole head of my clit. And then Ray would rub the head of his dick directly against the head of my clit until he sensed that he was just about ready to orgasm.
At that point he would abruptly stop stimulating his penis, but not before his dickhead would balloon up and pulsate just one time, and then shrink back down, without any sperm being ejaculated from the tip of his dickhead. And that was the method that Ray was able to use to intentionally allow a small glob of thick, white semen to slowly work its way up his urethra, and then every-so-gently ooze out of his piss-hole slit, directly onto the head of my clit.
Believe it or not, Ray would even give me a play-by-play announcement about where exactly that little glob of sperm was located, as it was slowly traveling up the long urethral “tube” on the underside of his dickshaft. And it truly amazed me that Ray’s play-by-play dialogue with me was always spot-on, and that the little glob of sperm would slowly ooze out of his piss-hole slit at the exact moment when he announced to me that it would.
Once that happened, I would use my fingertip to rub Ray’s little glob of sperm all over the head and shaft of my clit. At that point, Ray would pull his dick away from my pussy and he would watch me while I was spreading his droplet of white sperm all over my clit, as he resumed jacking himself off and making himself cum.
And of course, once Ray was finished jacking himself off, I would reach over to the night stand, grab some facial tissue, and carefully wipe the small amount of sperm off my clit and the front part of my pussy crack. Then I would usually go into the bathroom and use a warm, wet washcloth to clean up Ray’s sperm from my stomach and lower abdomen.
However, over the next month or so, I could tell that Ray wasn’t happy with how our sex lives were going. He seemed really miffed about the fact that I wouldn’t let him take things to what he called “the next level” and actually ejaculate directly onto my clit and into the front part of my pussy crack. And he kept begging me over and over again, just about every time that we were getting in the mood to have sex, as he kept insisting that ejaculating into the front part of my pussy crack wasn’t that much more risky than what he was already doing by rubbing the head of his dick against my pussy crack, and then releasing a single glob of sperm directly onto the head of my clit.
But I didn’t see it that way at all. To me, there was a huge difference in the risk factor between those two situations. And so I repeatedly and firmly stood my ground, and told Ray that I wasn’t okay with him ejaculating inside my pussy crack–which was a partial lie, by the way. There was a part of me–deep down inside–that really wanted for Ray to go ahead and coat the whole inside of my pussy crack with his freshly-ejaculated sperm. But since I was always in my normal, rational state-of-mind whenever Ray would beg me to cum on my clit and inside my crack, my fear of possible pregnancy would always win out over my instinctive desire to feel a whole wad of Ray’s sexy sperm inside my pussy crack.
And so our sexual encounters during this time period tended to most often culminate with Ray carefully and slowly releasing a single small glob of his sperm directly onto the exposed head of my clitoris. And then he would pull his dickhead away from my clit, and jack himself off in front of me, while I finger-rubbed his sperm all over my clit, until he ejaculated directly onto some other part of my body that wasn’t located anywhere near my pussy. And I always left that body part choice up to him.
And over the course of the next month or so, Ray must have ejaculated onto just about every part of my body that you can imagine. He came on my butt-cheeks, on my back, on my thighs, on my hands, on my cheek and my neck, on my breasts and nipples, and even on my feet and toes.
Naturally, sex was no different for Ray and me than it was for any other young couple, in that we liked adding a little variety to our sexual routine every so often. I mean, let’s face it, it can get old always having sex in the same body positions and performing the same sex acts to or on each other. So from time to time, Ray and I would do “different things” together, like having mutual oral sex (69-ing), or breast cleavage fucking.
But there was one “different thing” type of sex act that Ray and I used to turn to quite often (at least once every 7 to 10 days or so), just to switch things up a little bit, because we both enjoyed just how different this particular sexual act was from our normal sexual routine. We called it “having sex doggie-style,” even though our version of “doggie-style” didn’t involved fucking.
Basically, I would get up on all fours on top of the bed. And then I would lower my upper chest down to the bed, place my head on a pillow, close my eyes, and arch my back to keep my butt stuck way up in the air. Then Ray would maneuver himself in directly behind my butt, and I would wait to see what he was going to do.
He might eat my pussy from the rear for a while, before he finger-fucked the crap out of me. That was something that he did on several different occasions, because he knew that I absolutely love getting finger-fucked–especially from behind.
At other times, Ray might rub his dickhead up and down along the front part of my pussy crack and against my clit, and then eventually stick his dick through my legs, with the topside of his dickshaft up against my pubic hair patch at the very front of my lower abdomen, just above my pussy mound. And then he would have me reach down into my lower abdomen, grab hold of his dickshaft, and jack him off until he ejaculated sperm all over the bed, directly underneath my lower abdomen.
The point I’m trying to make here is that I never knew exactly what Ray was going to do, when he was behind me like that. And that was the most exciting part for me. In other words, it was the surprise factor more than anything else that was the real turn-on for me. So I always looked forward to those special times when Ray would tell me to roll over onto my stomach and put my butt up in the air, so that he could work his sexual magic from behind.
Then one afternoon, while we were having doggie-style sex–just like we had done many times before this–Ray finally “crossed the line” and date-raped me (okay, okay, so technically it wasn’t actually “date-rape,” because we were living together at the time–but the bottom line is that he did surprise-fuck me from behind). Of course, Ray assumed that he was taking my virginity that afternoon. And so I acted as if he had, even though I knew the real truth (that Freddy had taken my virginity years before I ever met Ray).
By the way, Ray was wearing a condom when he fucked me that very first time. But because of the way that everything took place, I didn’t realize that Ray had a rubber on his dick until after he had finished ejaculating, and had pulled out of me. That’s when I finally saw the condom on his dick, with all of his freshly-ejaculated sperm safely locked away inside the protruding, nippled end of the condom.
And that both shocked and surprised me, because I had never seen a condom pulled down around Ray’s penis, much less one that had already been ejaculated inside of.
I mean, I knew that Ray had bought a package of condoms several weeks before, and placed them in the night stand drawer, next to the bed. I was right there in the store with him, when he had bought the condoms. He had told me that he liked to use rubbers to jack off with every so often, whenever he was masturbating in private, and he had insisted that that was why he wanted to keep them around. At the time, his explanation of why he wanted the condoms struck me as being a little strange, but then Ray can be a bit odd or strange at times–just like I can.
However, thanks to Ray’s surprise-fuck, now I finally knew the real reason why Ray had bought the condoms. He had to have been secretly planning for several weeks to use a condom so that he could have sexual intercourse with me. And that’s exactly what he finally ended up doing.
Just for the record, this was the very first time that Ray had ever had a condom on his dick while he was having sex with me. But it wouldn’t be the last.
From that day forward–and at my insistence, mind you–Ray and I began having sexual intercourse as an integral part of our lovemaking. And after we had begun fucking like rabbits, we naturally became more and more intimate with each other.
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